I emerged into Spring with a really raw and fragile perspective.  My yard always gives me renewed connectivity to Spirit every season. The whole process of it – preparing the soil – tending to seedlings, playing dominion, the whole bit. My little family with our little “bit of earth” makes the most of it. The person who owned our house a very very long time ago put a lot of love and effort into the house and yard. They even left of trove of depression era Mason Jars inside of a handmade canning closet inside the garage. (My husband neglected to tell me about this after investing about a hundo in jars). To give him credit back,   my husband maintained this magic yard with his gentle respect and connection with nature , animals and plants. In our tiny little plot, there is generation after generation of natural magic. You can’t just buy this gorgeous piece of land and expect to grow things on it in this day and age. Bees,  are having a harder and harder time finding refuge with the pile of ecological issues going on. The word gets out. Animals know what trust means too!  Bees are in well abundance in our yard. If we were to ever leave, we can’t just take this with us.  Every state bird, caterpillar, worm, flower, butterfly, small animal and neighborhood vagrant et all , have traipsed through my yard at some point to mingle with our abundant species of plants, or my animal-speaking husband and little boy.

A little known fact about the latter portion of my child hood, we had cows, pigs, bees and sheep in our larger “backyard”. The bee pen shared a fence with our acre of land. I could unlatch a little link and enter a pen of easily 100 k bees in 9 hives or so. Bees smell fear. They smell threat. When you pose no threat, you are only getting stung if you step on them or they encounter you by accident. At certain times of the summer, honey bees drink a lot of honey and get really intoxicated. The queen  leaves the hive and flies to a pre-selected tree and all of the bees follow her. They swarm into a massive buzzing ball of bee. Our beekeeper neighbor explained and coached us little ones on the process. You can pet this phenomenon. They are so bloated from honey, they can’t shake their booty to sting. It’s absolutely incredible.

Why the bee talk? Well I did a lil tune up work with a light worker this Spring and Summer and one of the biggest take aways was that I needed to get down and respect a few things more and take on 2 major rituals.

– Daily Prayer                               and….

-Daily MULTIPLE Uninterrupted Moments with Nature – Trails, Walks, Lakes, Bays, Beaches, Garden alla Bare FEET!

Being raised in a bi religion family prayer was suggested, but not enforced.  It’s honestly just not a habit I really hadn’t been into unless I was begging for mercy. I know we’ve all had these lows where we look up at the sky and say “OK big being, take that wheel at any time now!”

Some days literally feel like every 10 minutes something is going wrong. HOW do I continue to be the inflatable clown that pops back up every every last blow?

It’s praying when there is no wrong, but just to reflect on all of it. The good, the bad, the just because. This is your time to ask questions. To talk to anything that’s listening including Spirit/s, Ancestors  and “Our Higher Selves”.  This seems abstract but go with me here – It’s like having manners, to SPIRIT. Whatever you believe, you HAVE to resign yourself to one fact – this world is spinning in your very eyeholes. What harm does it do give credit where due? So just because I’m knocking a little, “What is up spirit? Thank you SO much for giving me all of the beautiful squashes, that came from bees that are SURELY doing their sacred work in my little sanctuary here.” back,  OR  “THANK YOU for this sanctuary, for the littlest bit of earth that my family has that was turned into a place where animals of all kinds feel safe, have food and give back to each other so my family can learn so many of your lessons and have wonderful foods to eat!” OR EVEN – “Dear Spirit, Where am I looking right now? Can you give me a piece of nature to guide me?” …..Run – On – Prayers over here.. you get the point.

Grateful living is for REAL. I’m not saying ignoring the “real world” outside of being overtly gracious and concerned with what the rest of the world thinks. I feel SO much better when an entire gallon of orange juice falls out of the fridge onto a broken saucer with my 2 year old dancing in it when I take a second, BREATHE and say – ” ahhhh thank goodness I am home with him today and have the air in my lungs to breathe this air of frustration!” OR “What did I just learn from that?” How can I honor that it was really upsetting to break such a special dish and spill a whole gallon of orange juice but also put it all back into perspective here. It’s really honoring it and vocalizing things in a way of light even if dark. Picking the battle inside of the perspective of it’s place within the greater meaning of it all. Spilled Orange Juice? Annoying and wasteful perhaps, but not the end of the world. I had and have a lot of bratty behaviors that just have got to go in order for me to really really shine. These practices are curbing them into respectful places!

Easier said then done I suppose, and I certainly find myself caught up on a bad day or two, or more!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WHY ALL OF THIS BABBLE? Reconnecting with my spirit, with my mother, earth inspires me. When I eat, and feed my family what we GROW OURSELVES it connects me with a spirit and she invigorates me with fire in my idea cauldron. We are literally EATING spirit! It’s incredible. As the growing season winds down I know my production level too will die down. That doesn’t mean we’re going to sleep! This means we’re going to school, to the thinking tank, to the white board.

My husband and I built ourselves a studio and now I have tools in home at my grasp. This summer was her first ride. I produced more than ever in a single summer and also have the biggest financial summer as an indie designer. My husband has a little recording and digital music making situation going on in the same room. This winter we fully expect to collaborate there as a family and produce exciting things musically once again. I’ve played harmonica for a long time now. It’s another facet that I’m not sure some people who are newer to my work know. Harmonica is an instrument that is classic to the original dub music made in Jamaica. It is also a bigtime American Folk Instrument.  I can work many genres with the use of modern effects and with my husband and my vast musical collection and knowledge – its REALLY exciting to think about. I hope you guys will help us spread our music when the time comes.

Here is a snapshot of the big projects I worked on this summer as I wrap things up for Autumn:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I had a lot of gas in my creative tank to produce this stuff. Being open with my inspiration, giving credit and thanks where due. (Thank You, Brett Joseph and Terra Kroll for your mentorship)  This precipitated a lot more opportunities for me that I’ve had to date while working on my own. I actually worked my arse off to also be fair but I very much have been propelled by a deeper connection to my “dharma” my “sacred path” and have been given the light to work because of the light in my heart. With new angles on the work I am here to do, I can do things better, bolder, and with a greater impact.

Think about the women before us. Think of the conveniences we have now.  Lets reconnect with that and use our modern conveniences right along with it. This is the time to be more grateful, connected, mystical, and more enabled then EVER to do what any one truly wants to in their hearts.

XO

BK

 

P.S. If you’ve made it this far – hit me up for a free Tarot Card Spit – I’m resurrecting an art that means a lot to me in the name of new techniques and vision.